I know it took me a while to update but I had to consult my muses. Apparently, they aren't happy with me so I had to wait until they decided that I was worthy of their help. I had no idea they were such nit-pickers. Don't aggravate them or they'll ignore you.

I know Fang is immensely OOC in this story but he has to be to make it all cutesy and flirty. Normal Fang just isn't flirty.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride (insert witty comment here)

We got the afternoon,
You got this room for two,
One thing I've left to do,
Discover me,
Discovering you.
-Your Body is a Wonderland, John Mayer

I woke up when I felt the light streaming into my windows. I rubbed my eyes and pulled the blanket over my head, deciding that it was still too early to get up. I heard a chuckle at the other end of my bed. I sat up and looked toward the noise groggily. Fang sat at the edge of my bed, cross-legged.

"What are you laughing at?" He smirked.

"You," he stated simply. I scowled at him. He moved to sit next to my head. "You know you love me," he teased.

"No, I don't. You are an evil, evil person who just has the benefit of being a pretty boy," I grumbled. My God, did I really just call him a pretty boy? Has my brain been turned off these past few days?

"Pretty boy!?" He exclaimed indignantly. Then again, I could work it to my advantage. I sat up.

"Yes. A pretty boy."

"Pretty boy! I am not a pretty boy."

"Oh, so you're an ugly boy?" I teased. He turned a little pink.

"Well, no but I'm not pretty."

"Why not? If you're not pretty, then you're ugly."

"No. I can be handsome or... I don't know, hot or whatever. Guys can't be pretty."

"Yes they can!"

"Well, I'm not one of them." I laughed.

"Yes, you are."

"I am not!"

"Did we go to the same school while we were at Anne's? You would be considered a pretty boy. JJ told me so."

"Well, that's one person's opinion." I chuckled. He narrowed his eyes at me. I took this as a warning sign. I jumped off the bed. He got off after.

"Now, Fang. Let's not do anything that you'll regret later," I said. He grinned demonically.

"I don't think I'll regret it." Did you see the emphasis on I'll? Meaning that I might. I made a move for the door but he got there before I did. He locked it quickly and had me pinned to the bed before you could say "pretty boy". (A/N Trying to stick to a theme here.) His fingers grazed my stomach and I knew what he was going to do.

"Please don't," I said. He snickered before ensuing the tickle torture. He was sitting on me so I couldn't even escape. As I tried to contain my giggles, I was thinking of a way to turn the tables. And that's harder than it sounds. I grabbed his wrists and quickly rolled on top of him. I tried to even out my breathing but I was having trouble breathing for a different reason then. Fang was staring at me intently.

"Now that you've gained control, what do you plan on doing with it?" He questioned.

"I'm going to talk. We can't spend all day in here again."

"Why not?" He whined. I laughed. Up until yesterday, he didn't even show emotion and now he's whining.

"Because! We just can't." He stuck his lower lip out in a pout, looking very much like Angel when she's trying to get what she wants without controlling us completely. I felt the urge to kiss it. So I did. Before he leaned into I pulled back. "We can't," I said as if I were scolding Angel for said pout. "If we start then I'll be tempted to stay."

"Exactly! You want to stay. I know you want to kiss me. Why fight it?" He said this all as if we were discussing the weather.

"Your judgment is blinded by hormones and can't be trusted," I said sternly.

"Please? It'll be fun," he sing-songed.

"No!" Though we both knew my resolve was weakening. His hand rested on my hips.

"Come on."

"Last time I let you kiss me we were in here for hours and I didn't even realize it. It's not going to happen again." I didn't realize it at the time but he was ever so slowly pulling my face closer to his. In fact, I didn't realize it until our noses were touching. "Fang," I growled. He ignored me and brought my lips to his-not that I put up much of a fight but, still. And, you know, so as not to be rude, I kissed him back. After a few minutes, (though with me you never know, it was probably a few hours.) I pulled back. "We should stop." He sat up but I still straddling him so we just ended up in the same place as before but now we were sort of upright.

"Why?"

"Shouldn't they be worrying what's wrong with us by now?"

"They can do without us."

"But I don't want them to wor-," He cut me off with a kiss.

"They'll be fine. Iggy can handle them. Besides, I haven't even heard them get up yet."

"When they do get up Iggy will probably tell them what we're doing," I muttered darkly. He started to nibble on my neck, making coherent thought almost impossible.

"No he won't. If he tells, he won't have leverage. That's all he really wants," he mumbled into my neck.

"That makes me feel better," I managed. I even got a little sarcasm to leak into my voice. He chuckled and moved his mouth back to mine.

"It'll be fine." He went back to kissing me and we stayed like that for who knows how long.

There it is. Now I have a question. I was wondering if any of you have any ideas to what the song should be. I'll base the next chapter off the song. Write it in your review if you have any ideas. (The muses are still a little ticked.)

Peace and Love and Tickle Fights with Hot Fictional Characters,

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